My Little Sis
When I played sheriff in a desert town,
I would ride out at sunup on the chase.
My little sis would watch me with a frown -
She always saw the worry in my face
For she knew that death had entered the race.
When I returned she would swing on the gate,
Give me a broad smile and a tender kiss.
"Did you get 'em, Roy? Send 'em to their fate?"
Now she is gone and Lord knows that I miss
"Did you get 'em Roy?" from my little sis.
7/13/2017
For contest English Quintain for Janice Canerdy
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